Thursday, April 26, 2012

Words.

"I never would have thought that I would always want you. I never would have thought that love could be hard, not for the obvious reasons, but for the reasons that make no sense at all

 Because it doesn't make sense that you could want everything and nothing at the same time. 
But, I do. 
I want all things and no things. 

And some nights are hard because I want it to work so badly. 
But mostly, the nights are hard because I know that it would never work."

WittyLittleHippie ✝

Sunday, April 22, 2012

I love this more than anything.


Summer to me is a long day of work, a long run, 
and yard work til dark, followed by a hot shower,
dinner, and some family chat by the fire.
Peace out school. 

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Songs for a summer night.

And as I lay me down tonight,
I close my eyes.
What a beautiful night. 

I'm sleeping to dream about you,
and I'm so damn tired of having to live without you.
But I don't mind sleeping to dream about you.
And I'm so tired. 

Sunday, April 15, 2012

"Here is the world.

beautiful and terrible things will happen.
Don't be afraid." --Frederick Buechner

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

California 37.

"I will forget everything I know about love.
I don't know,
about love.
But it sure feels good at first."

---Feels Good at First, Train

Sunday, April 8, 2012

I haven't felt this awake in years.

Another song recommendation comin' atcha. 

And I have waited for this awakening for so long, so long.
I gotta get a little light inside. 
And I'm here, holding out for just one thing 
and it's your love, your love---it makes everything feel alright.

I was slowly slowly dyin', slowly dyin'.
It's like the first day I'm alive. 

This is the moral of the story.

The past couple days have been pretty rough, in a number of ways.
Mainly the following:

1. Getting dressed.
2. Sleeping.
3. School.
4. Eating meals.
5. Being socially acceptable.

Getting dressed is rough because I have to get out of bed and put clothes on. It's never easy to look presentable when all you want to do is lie under your covers and watch episodes of the Fresh Prince of Bel Air all day.

Sleeping is rough because I haven't really done it much. Okay, that's a lie. I've been pretty careful about prioritizing my sleep over my homework. I'm solidly rested.

School is rough and that one is probably self-explained.

Eating is rough because I seem to be spending my entire paycheck on eating out because I'm too lazy to cook, and also there isn't much time, because if I'm not at school pretending to learn, or at the library pretending to do homework, I'm sleeping.


Being socially acceptable has always been a challenge, but one that I've been willing to face head-on each and every day. Last night was no exception. After arriving at the library around 5pm (a violation of the laws of social acceptability in itself), Ally and I had sort of lost it by about 9am. Just kidding. Pm.

Our chosen location was the computer no shh zone, and as it emptied out progressively throughout the night, we got more and more restless. Our chosen outlet was a series of "roll-abouts" in which we would roll about the room, winding strategically through the chairs and tables, drinking from our nalgenes as we went. 

Another time, we took a walk to fill up our water bottles, doing 360s and tricks off the abandoned benches while proclaiming, "Das tight!" Our use of the phrase knows no bounds. Except for the bound that you can only use it if someone jumps or does a trick.

Later, we bowled with Ally's nalgene. Mainly that means we just rolled it across the floor and on the sidewalk as we walked to my car.


After a series of roll-abouts, we decided it was time to get back to work, so I trapped us in with my computer charger. The library is a prison. But it's our favorite type of prison. So it works, you know?


Finally, after some real hard work, we rewarded ourselves generously with the second half of the Hills Season 2. Another example of a violation of social norms. Das tight.

Here's to the good life.



Sunday, April 1, 2012

We should probably talk about this guy named Howard Hughes.

"I intend to be the finest film producer in Hollywood, the greatest pilot in the world, and the richest man in the world."
Who knew, but I'm sort of extremely fascinated by the man.
The guy was a straight-up genius, in every sense of the word.
Mostly, he'll be remembered for his pretty reclusive and eccentric lifestyle,
and for the "crazy" behavior he exhibited as a result of his rather severe obsessive compulsive disorder. But his mind is unlike any other in the history of human existence. 

My interest in the life of H.H. admittedly began after watching Leonardo DiCapprio's astounding betrayal of him in the movie The Aviator. (Speaking of genius, can we touch on Leo's acting abilities? Incredible. You can bet I'll be seeing Titanic again in theaters in a few weeks). Not coincidentally, a few days after watching the movie for the first time, I learned that a man who lived up the street from me had worked in Hughes's inner circle. So, I took the opportunity to learn about a man 
who made is mark in history by doing something so seemingly rare in today's world: working hard.

_________


Hughes was born into money; his dad was an oil tycoon who manufactured drill bits. Both of Hughes's parents, however, died when he was real young. Hughes used his inheritance to get a start in the motion picture business. He filmed his first movie, Hell's Angels, and it cost him almost 4 million dollars. He filmed and re-filmed it several times, and just when the production team thought they were finished, Hughes decided to re-film it again, this time as a "talkie." 

Sound technology in motion pictures was new and costly, and everyone that Hughes was crazy, but that movie made back double of what it had costed Hughes to produce it, and its premiere was the biggest and most glamorous in the history of Hollywood.

After Hell's Angels, Hughes became obsessed with aviation. He founded an aviation company, and for the next decade, he broke and re-broke every aviation speed record, including the fastest trip across the Atlantic, and later, the fastest trip around the world. Hughes, hired by the United States Airforce to create a plane that could carry soldiers, cargo, tanks, trucks, and weapons, later designed the largest plane in history; a "flying boat." The Airforce told him he couldn't use aluminum in the plane's construction, so he just used wood instead. 


Later, Hughes was summoned to a senatorial committee charged to investigate Hughes Aircraft's inability to deliver several aircrafts it was paid in contract to develop for the U.S. Airforce. Hughes, in his testimony, claimed that Senator Owen Brewster, the senator who was heading the committee, was being bribed to investigate Hughes by a friend, Juan Trippe. 


Juan was the founder and CEO of Pan American Airlines, which was at the time promoting a bill in the Senate that would prohibit any other airline (including Hughes's) from flying trans-Atlantic routes, effectively giving Pan Am a monopoly on the market. If Juan could bring down Hughes and push the bill through, he would have complete control on flights around the world. In the hearing meant to condemn Hughes, Hughes turned it around a brought the attention to a corrupt politician and a wealthy businessman who was exploiting the American system in order to exploit the American people. 

The Aviator's portrayal of the committee hearing is excellent, but I couldn't find a video. Instead, I quote Leonardo DiCaprio's portrayal of Hughes:


Senator Brewster: "Mr. Hughes, did you receive $32 million dollars to manufacture XF-spy planes for the United States Air Force?"
Howard Hughes: "I did."

"How many functional planes did you deliver?"

"None."

"Did you receive 7 million to manufacture a prototype for a flying boat known as the Hercules?"

"I did."

"And did you deliver that plane?"

"I did not."

"So by your admission in this chamber, Mr. Hughes, you have received 40 million dollars from the United States government for planes that you never delivered."

"That is correct."

"Well excuse me for asking, Mr. Hughes, but where did all that money go?"

"Well it went into the planes, Senator. And a lot more. I put my money into the planes. My money. See, the thing is, I care very much about aviation. It has been the great joy of my life. That's why I put my own money into these planes. And I've lost millions, Senator, and I'll go on losing millions. It's just what I do---"

"---You've made your point, Mr. Hughes."

"One second. I have just one more thing to say here to this committee. And that has to do with the Hercules. Now, I am supposed to be many things which are complimentary. I am supposed to be capricious. I've been called a playboy. I've even been called an eccentric. But I do not believe that I have the reputation of being a liar. Needless to say, the Hercules was a monumental undertaking. It is the largest plane ever built. It is over five stories tall with a wingspan longer than a football field. That's more than a city block. 

Now, I put the sweat of my life into this. I got my reputation all rolled up in it. I have stated several times that if the Hercules fails to fly, I will leave this country and never come back. And I mean it. 

Now, you can subpoena me, you can arrest me, you can even claim I've folded up and taken a run-out powder, but, well, I've had just about enough of this nonsense. Good afternoon."



"I intend to be the finest film producer in Hollywood, the greatest pilot in the world, and the richest man in the world."

Hughes was worth $1.5 billion dollars at the end of his life in 1976.

He died on an airplane.